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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.