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 Costa Rica 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.