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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.