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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.