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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.