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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.