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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Pole,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Cameo,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.