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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.