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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.