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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
June Days,
Nico,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.