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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Marc Almond to the dance 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.