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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.