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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Scion,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.