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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.