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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.