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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.