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 Hungary 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Little Man to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.