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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.