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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Happenings to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.