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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.