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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 snare 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.