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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J 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?
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.