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 Cape Verde 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.