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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.