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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Marmalade,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.