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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
cv313,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.