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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.