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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.