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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.