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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.