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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.