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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.