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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.