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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Quantec to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.