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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.