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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Smog,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.