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 St Lucia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.