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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
MDC,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.