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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.