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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks 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?
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.