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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Niagra,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.