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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.