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 Kosovo 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.