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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.