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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.