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 India and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
AZ,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.