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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Outsiders to the electroclash 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.