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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.