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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.