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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.