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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.