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 Libya 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '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 Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Franke,
Wire,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.