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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Slave,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.