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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Television,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.