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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.