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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.