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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.