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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.