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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.