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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.