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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.