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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.