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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.