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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Crime,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.