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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Index,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.