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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.