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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.