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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Wire,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.