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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Nils Olav 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.