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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.