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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Can to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.