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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
The Standells,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Rekid,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Ten City,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.