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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.