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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Skaos to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.