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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.