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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.