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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
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The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.