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 India and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
MDC,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.