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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
The Litter,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.