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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 the Slits to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.