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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Organ,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.