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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.