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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.