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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
June of 44,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.