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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide 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 The Music Machine 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.