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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.