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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.