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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.