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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.