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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Can,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.