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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.