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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Essential Logic to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
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.