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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Can,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.