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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.