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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.