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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Smog,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.