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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.