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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.