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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.