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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.