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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.