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 Comoros 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the disco 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.