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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.