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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.