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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.