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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.