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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.