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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.