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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.