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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.