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 Spain and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.