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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.