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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.