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 Bulgaria 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.