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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.