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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.