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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.