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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Sound to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Japan,
The Evens,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Can,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.