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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Wings,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.