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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.