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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.