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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.