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 Djibouti 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.