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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.