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 Uruguay 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.