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 Netherlands 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.