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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.