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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.