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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Neu!,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.