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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.