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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.