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 Fiji 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.