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 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.