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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.