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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.