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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Index,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.