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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.