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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.