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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.