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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
UT,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.