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 Palau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Whodini to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
The Associates,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.