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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.