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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.