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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Pagans,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.