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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.