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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.