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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.