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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.