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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.