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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.