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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.