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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.