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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.