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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.