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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.