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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar 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 grunge 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.