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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Chrome 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.