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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.