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 India and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.