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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Interpol,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.