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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.