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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.