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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Electric Prunes 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 Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.