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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.