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 Australia and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.