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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.