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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
UT,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.