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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.