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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
X-101,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.