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 Mauritania 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.