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 Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Nico,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.