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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Crime to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.