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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.