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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
AZ,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.