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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.