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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.