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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.