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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Sparks,
the Germs,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.