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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.