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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.