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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.