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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.