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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.