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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.