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 Niger and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.