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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.