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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.