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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.