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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.