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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Television,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.