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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.