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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Franke,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.