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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.