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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.