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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.