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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.