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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.