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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Monolake,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.