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 Guinea 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.