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 Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.