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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.