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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.