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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.