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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Mars,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.