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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.