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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.