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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.