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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.