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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.