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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.