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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.