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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.