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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Fear,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.