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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.