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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.