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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.