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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.