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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.