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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.