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 Canada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 808 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Index,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
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.