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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.