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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.