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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lungfish to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.