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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 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 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Nico,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.