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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.