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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.