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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.