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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.