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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.