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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.