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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.