Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.