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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
a-ha,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
The Move,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.