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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.