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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Martian to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.