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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Quantec to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
JFA,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.