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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.