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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.