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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.