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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.