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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 theremin 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.