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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.