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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.