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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.