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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.