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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.