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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
the Association,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.