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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Shoche,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.