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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.