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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.