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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.