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 Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.