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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.