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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.