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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Pole,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.