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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.