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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.