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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Swans,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.