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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Royal Trux to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.