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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.