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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Ponytail 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
X-102,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.