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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.