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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.