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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.