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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.