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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.