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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.