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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.