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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.