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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Little Man to the disco 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman 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?
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.