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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.