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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.