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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.