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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.