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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.