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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.