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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.