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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.