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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.