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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.