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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.