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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.