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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.