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 Tonga and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.