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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.