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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
AZ,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.