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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.