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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.