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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
OOIOO,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.