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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet 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 jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.