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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Slave,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.