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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.