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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.