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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.