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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.