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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.