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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.