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 Solomon Islands 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Television,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.