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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Ituana,
The Motions,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.