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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.