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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Nico,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.