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 Greece and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.