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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.