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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat 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?
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.