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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.