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 Belarus and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.