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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.