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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Fear,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Slave,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.