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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Five Americans to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.