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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.