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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.