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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.