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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.