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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 EPMD to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.