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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.