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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.