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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.