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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
10cc,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.