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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.