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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.