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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.