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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Lalann,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.