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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.