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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.