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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.