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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.