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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.