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 Georgia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
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.