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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Slave,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.