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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.