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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.