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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.