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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.