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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.