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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Japan,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.