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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.