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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.