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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.