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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.