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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.