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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Magma,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
X-102,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.