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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.