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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.