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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 New York and Paris.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
UT,
The Human League,
10cc,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.