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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.