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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Cymande 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.