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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.