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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.