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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Slave,
Nico,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.