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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Brick,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.