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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.