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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.