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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.