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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
JFA,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.