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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.