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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.