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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.