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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.