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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.