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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.