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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.