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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.