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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Vogues to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.