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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.