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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.