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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The New Christs 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.