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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.