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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.