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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.