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 Indonesia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.