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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
DNA,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.