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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.