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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.