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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.