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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.