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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.