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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.