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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers 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?
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.