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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.