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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.