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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.