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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Television,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.