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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.