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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.