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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.