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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Can,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.