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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.