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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
X-101,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.