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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.