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 Malta and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.