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 Hungary 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 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 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?
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
10cc,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.