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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.