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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.