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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Wire,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.