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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Josef K to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.