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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.