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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
The Index,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.