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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.