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 Serbia and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.