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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.