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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.