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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scion to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.