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 New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.