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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.