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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.