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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Can,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.