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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.