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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.