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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.