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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.