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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.