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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Section 25 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Can,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.