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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Unwound,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.