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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.