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 Albania 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Wire,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
The Doors,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.