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 Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.