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 Bangladesh 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Busters to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
New Order,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.