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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.