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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Nico,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.