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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
The Residents,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.