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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.