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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.