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 Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.