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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.