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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.