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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the punk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.