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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Sonics 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.