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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.