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 Oman and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Pretty Things to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.