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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
The Remains,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.