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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.