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 St Lucia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Can,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.