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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.