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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.