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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.