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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.