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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.