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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.