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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Smog,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.