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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.