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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.