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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.