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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.