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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.