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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.