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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.