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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Severed Heads to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
UT,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.