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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.