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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.