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 Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s 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 The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.