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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.