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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.