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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.