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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.