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 South Africa 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.