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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.