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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.