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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.