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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Mars,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.