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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.