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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.