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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
ABC,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.