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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.