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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
X-102,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.