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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.