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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.