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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Technova,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.