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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.