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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.