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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet 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?
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
The Index,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.