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 Djibouti 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.