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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot 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 rap 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.