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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.