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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.