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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Television,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.