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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Main Source,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.