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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.