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 Argentina 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Can,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.