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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Enemy. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.