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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.