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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
The Move,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.