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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.