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 Austria 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Index,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.