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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.