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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.