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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.