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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.