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 Congo 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.