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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.