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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.