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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.