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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Lungfish,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.