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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.