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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.