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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
ABBA,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.