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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.