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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.