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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.