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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.