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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.