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 Turkmenistan 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sällskapet to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.