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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers 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?
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
MDC,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.