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 France and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.