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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.