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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.