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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.