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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.