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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.