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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.