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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.