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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.