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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.